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Unless you have been hiding under a rock, I’m sure you are quite aware the Democrats wrapped up their convention last week, while the Republicans took to the stage the week before that.

All the pomp and circumstance, campaign promises and endless opposition bashing dominated the air waves — as well as Facebook. I don’t know if I care anymore about who wins or loses, but rather when the circus will be over. I’m quite jaded at this point. Yet, in all the hoopla that surrounds the conventions, I did find one inspirational moment of substance that Democrats and Republicans alike can agree was quite moving.

I have always been an anxious person. I remember being young and wanting events that were completely out of my control to go smoothly, and being upset when they didn’t. I have always been a people pleaser, so I try my hardest to make everyone around me happy and when I can’t do that I get anxious.

The thing about anxiety is, everyone experiences it, but different people experience it in different ways.

A magical kingdom called Pepperland was the backdrop for the plot that hatched the Beatles’ hit tune “Yellow Submarine” in 1968. Contrary to popular belief, this song has nothing to do with life in North Louisiana during Spring and pollen season.

For the past two weeks, we have all lived in or driven a yellow submarine here on the tree-laden hillside of God’s country. Elanor Rigby and Sgt. Pepper would both be right at home.

No pain, no gain. The transformation from the dull colors and barrenness of winter, to the lush greens and pastels of April are not without costs.